Biane was struck with a sudden realization as her eyes opened wide. (She is right, why didn't Graff ask that? Could he be a traitor?). She shook her head when she had the thought.

"There is probably a reason why he didn't ask that I mean it's been a while since we saw him right?" said Biane as she looked at her little sister.

"Yes, but it is still strange if Graff didn't ask that, presuming he was the one making the arrangements for us," said Clemora firmly. She knew in this game of chess, foes and friends are a side of the same coin.

The two of them were in a stalemate as they could only fall silent. "Well, I did tell one of the maids to call him here but it seems he is a little bit late," said Lyon as he broke the ice.

Lyon's body suddenly swayed as he lost his balance. His sudden motion couldn't help but be noticed by the two women who then caught him from falling.

"Hey are you alright?" asked Biane concerned. She noticed that Lyon could not fully open his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

"Let's put him on the sofa first," said Clemora as both of them propped his shoulder and laid him on the nearby sofa.

Lyon smiled weakly, "Man, that move really took a toll haha."

"Don't say anything yet, just focus on resting," reprimanded Biane. Lyon couldn't help but smile as he closed his eyes peacefully.

They looked at the young man that sleep soundlessly. His perverted nature and arrogance would always betray his acute and sharp mind. Brave yet shameless, strong yet ingenious, even the gods would wonder what kind of training would one need to become like him.

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"Oh, hubby is sleeping," suddenly a voice perked Clemora's and Biane's ears.

They instinctively averted their gaze to the source of the voice. There stood a figure that cannot be more familiar to them. The way she would always call Lyon was unique to her own. The strongest cultivator that they knew yet, Ryona.

"Yaho!" Ryona greeted them as she waved at them with a smile.

Biane was surprised to see her coming since Clemora told her that she was training under Kyoko, just like what Lyon told her before the departure.

However, her sister knew that Ryona would be around as she did saw how she reduced the assassins into dust that swayed with the wind in the forest back then.

"Ah, nice to meet you sister Ryona," said Clemora and Biane at the same time.

She nodded with a smile as she sat down near the sleeping young man. "You were really cool back then hubby, even I felt shivers from your moves."

Nobody knew if Lyon was hearing what she just said or not, but she said as if he was.

Clemora had a sudden curiosity as she asked Ryona, "Sister Ryona if it were you, can you handle his attack?"

The room fell into a deep silence as Biane and Clemora were interested in her answer. In their minds, Lyon was the kind of person that could battle a cultivator that was of a higher level than his, so her opinion as to the strongest cultivator they knew yet would be a good gauge of how powerful his True Dragon Art was.

Clemora shook her head as she said, "I would still be standing but I would lose one if not two limbs in the process. Of course, this is assuming that he was only using it once."

(That powerful!?) thought both of them. They initially guessed that Ryona could withstand it because of her cultivation level but her statement proved otherwise. Not even Ryona could get out unscathed from Lyon's True Dragon Art.

*tap

*tap

A rapid footstep was approaching them as a figure revealed himself at the entrance. Biane and Clemora suddenly remembered that they were waiting for the figure to arrive. However, they were perplexed as the main character was sleeping soundlessly.

"Lady Clemora and Lady Biane are you two alright?" said Graff from the entrance. He was surprised to see the living room was wrecked and a crater formed outside.

"Yes, we are alright, thanks for asking," answered Clemora calmly.

Graff sighed in relief while touching his chest, "Thank goodness."

"Eh?" Biane exclaimed in surprise, she was just about to introduce Ryona to Graff but she was nowhere to be found. (She was just here a moment ago, where did she go?).

"Hmm? What's wrong lady Biane?" asked Graff in confusion to which Biane immediately replied, "Oh, it's nothing haha."

"I see, ah, that's right, I heard from one of the maids that I was called by sir Lyon?" said Graff as he glanced at the sleeping young man on the sofa.

"Ah, I must have been taking too long tending the carriage, I need to properly apologize to sir Lyon later," said Graff as he shook his head.

"Graff, I have something to ask you," said Clemora as Biane tensed up.

"Yes, lady Clemora," responded Graff as he put his white-gloved hands behind him. historical

(Since Lyon is sleeping, I have to take charge of this conversation reveal the truth. Thankfully older sister know that this kind of things is not her forte so she would at the very least only listen) thought Clemora as she took a deep breath.

"Are you the one that makes the arrangement for the carriage that we would be using to go back home?" asked Clemora.

Graff was a little surprised by her question. He was wondering as to why lady Clemora would ask something like that out of the blue.

"Yes, the master ordered me to make an arrangement for lady Clemora's and lady Biane's arrival," answered Graff.

Clemora calmed herself down as she heard his answer. (Now we know that he was the one making the arrangement but this still doesn't prove anything yet, the next question hopefully will) thought Clemora.

"Can you explain your arrangement?" asked Clemora as her eyes turned sharp.. She didn't want to miss any detail at all as she wanted to examine both his answer and his body language.

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